| Trying so hard to get by
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| To be the next big thing alive
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| But all the same
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| Every color I see, a pale shade of grey
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| Trying so hard and they say
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| «You're just a signature away
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| Just one handshake»
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| Well here’s to collars and suits
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| And things that they say
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| «Once more it’s your chance, just take it
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| Once more, don’t be so blind
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| For all I care you fake it
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| It’s your chance to shine»
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| And it’s all
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| All that I dream of
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| There’s nothing I want more
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| There’s nothing I would trade it for
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| All I dream of
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| (My mistake if I’m not taking it)
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| It’s all I really want
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| (All at stake if I’m not making it)
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| There’s nothing I want more
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| My big break if I’m not braking it)
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| There’s nothing else
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| (My problem if I can’t take it)
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| It’s my problem if I can’t take it
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| Why would we change our own game
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| These are the rules by which we play
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| I’ve heard it all before
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| «Try to make up your mind
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| And make up your face»
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| I don’t believe in a way
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| To skip a chapter and be great
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| There’s no such thing
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| Where all traumas and flaws are gently erased
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| Here’s to the collars and suits
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| And the things they say
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| You’ve got bring something better to the
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| Table to tempt me
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| Here’s to the collars and suits
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| And the things they say
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| Better put your money where your mouth is |